Jesus was tempted Regularly…

And so he warned his followers, there will be tempting and teasing, as there is every day, what are you missing, see what you lost, you could have had an easier life, you could have been this, what did you do with your life, this was the regular taunting of God’s people, and has been, come on, you can have it easy, look, there are no worries over here, we can fix everything, Jesus even warned and reminded the followers, the demon who thinks he has charge of the world, has no power over me He said, but don’t you worry, I will send the Holy Spirit, and that Help, will get you over the line, just don’t panic, amen.

Solomon had a dream or was sent a dream, he traveled a life of another, while there was another soul, hell bent on destroying the life he was viewing, competing almost, anyway, during the dream he told the visitor, Don’t you Believe in the Almighty God, and the visitor disappeared, amen. In a nutshell, hold firm thought Solomon, you faith will be challenged regularly, and you will get tested, and same as the virus, you will have to take precautions to preserve that Faith, the space you reserve for God inside you to dwell.

Treasure Box

I Don’t Need an excuse….

Am I allowed to have thoughts of my own, do I have to follow what my parents did, and if I decide to do different and get it right, do I need to excuse my parents thinking, surely not, we are all different. Jesus had the same issue with the early followers, the way they castigated those not of their small flock, how come they can do it, as if they were jealous, of the others preaching the coming of the Kingdom. Jesus of course reprimands them; if your spreading the good news of Heaven your helping the cause of love and Spirit.

The child is in the back row, raises her hand, tentatively, unsure, she has the answer to the question the teacher framed, but is shy, doesn’t want to be noticed. Eventually she takes her small hand down, someone at the front got in first, another time she thinks. We all want to shine, we want to be noticed, we are human after all. Solomon was remarking on how our Spirit is often quenched before it gets to fire. He was recalling the old words of wisdom, from Jesus, how those who are supposed to preach inclusiveness often end up putting heavy weights on their own followers. Was it any wonder he told the parables in so many different ways, knowing that the story would be passed on, while mere regulations would be over ridden. AS Solomon had learned recently, there is no we in Faith, you are compassion or you are not, see you then,

amen.

Little Miss

She listens to the old man, he is powerful, has everything she could want, has power, money, and serious wealth, can buy anything he likes, she is enthralled, he can do anything for me if I do anything for him, what is it, she listens, the tales of fantastic wealth, the fashion few can afford, the story, wow, did it really happen, she is listening to every word, I could be like him, he is so intoxicating, he can see the gleam in her eye, knows she is spell bound, putty in his hands, he will pass her around like a rag doll, just another starlet with stars in her eyes, little miss.

All through her life, she can’t grow up fast enough, it’s waiting for her, she becomes his accomplice, encourages others to think the same, the way a deceiver buys what he wants, using others, we are just libertarians, we live life to the full, seize every opportunity there is, live the fast life, and then it’s over, that’s life he told her. Her parents have struggled all through life, she is in a trance, what is his world like. Little miss, the habits she acquires, the more perverse it gets, well, what does it matter, do people really do those things, obviously they do, she is doing what she could never contemplate, years before she was disgusted, now it’s common place, little miss.

Solomon was reminiscing, life was not always like this, but the habits his young friends are being exposed to, was alarming to him, in particular, the vulnerable ones, fodder for the machine, their lives not worth more than toe rags, to those with the power and clout. Imagine it, they lived in guilded homes, had rooms for many, had wealth while the little ones frowned, while lecturing the world, with the skills acquired from script writers, who sold their souls and their talents as well. He wondered how they would reflect, as sure as God was real, their conscience would rise inside them, and leave them all in a living hell.

He saw the cloud, the men in the clouds, miracles, the visit of angels, and so much more, if they needed proof of divine existence, he could provide it, amen.

Extremism

Radical minds, trying to exploit, hoping to open old wounds, the targets, those easy to find, and those unable to fight back, Solomon was reminding himself, demons are alive and well, but there was a force, an energy that could turn them into babbling fools in an instant. As they rose to make their comments, trying to rekindle a supremacy, they thought that was their own, they put themselves in the line of fire, of the Heavenly ones.

The world was full of mistakes, extremism dressed in righteousness, had the support of many, the applause of those that thought them right. He sighs, he encountered the Holy Spirit, not the imagination but the real, keep firm it said and all will go right. The old networks were tumbling, the old days were spent, a new world was taking it’s place. As Jesus said to his apostles, as Esdras was told by the angel, the signs of the end will be made clear, national rebellions, extremism, don’t worry he said, a woman going through child birth suffers labor pains, it’s only natural, the same way, don’t get upset over the changes, these things must happen, while the world is changed.

Solomon imagined many hearts anxious, their eyes unbelieving, their ears burning, as they heard the rhetoric of hatred raise it’s ugly head. Be calm advised the angel, everything is going to be all right, amen.

Do you like Lobster jack!

She hummed and hawed, the beef looked over done, there was no obvious blood flowing, the tell tale drops that fall from the piece as you drag it to your plate, when semi rare. The serving lady waited, proper bitch she thought, who does she think she is. A thickly perfumed lobster was before her on a different tray, she wanted the surf and turf affect. And they spoiled it because there was  no blood flowing from it, the beef. The cutlery rattled another fifteen minutes, as the gathering scrapped their plates, apart from her lady ship, who hardly toyed with it at all, like the lobster jack she said under her breath, loud enough to be

heard by those close to her, i’m not satisfied the tone of voice, why did they drag me out of bed for this, she was an aging diva, but this was no ordinary event; it was a fund raiser for the famine effort, organised by one of her oldest friends, her former agent, he didn’t supply parts anymore, other than tacky over cooked beef. She thought it was a call for work, another final role in her startling career. They used to flash them for me, i could leave them waiting an hour and they would still be waiting, for her, the greatest diva of them all.

There is a tingle of glasses, silence, the auction begins, an air of excitement, ready to bid dear, the quite call of many of the celebrity gatherers, you can even have dinner with Donald trump i hear, he’s supposed to have offered it, for twenty five thousand dollars though. I never knew he was so thoughtful says another. Am i offered ten thousand folks, this is the T-Shirt Bono wore on his last world tour, come on ladies cries the MC for the night, imagine the memories and your stories, imagine it he says. Who owns the T-Shirt dear, didn’t i tell you, you mean he was here!.

The Baby lets the jelly flow from the relief packet, it’s a nutrient filled mixture, will keep her alive another week!. Her mother tries to smile, a TV producer is trying to get a smile from her, the contrast, the mothers joy at the food the child consumes, help. Well, make that a common feeling, connect the two. The producer isn’t cold hearted, he’s trying to max the event to the full, connect emotionally with the future TV audience.

Solomon was listening to the radio in his small apartment, another call for help, 24 million starving, hope they react he thought; the Spirit he encountered was not of this world, meant that God was in the game and not going away either. What does he see through the eyes of children, what voices does he hear, is there an extra response expected from the gifted!, pass the lobster Jack, it’ll pass for now. With reluctance she begins to spoon the shell, the sauce is excellent, makes up for the over cooked beef, there are people starving after all.

 

 

 

The Access Code

The heart that loved was the access code, there was no other means, it was that simple, just as said 2,000 years earlier, and it was where Holy Spirit dwell ed, in the invisible soul, as invisible as soul, unless you were aware of how it manifested itself. The movement of nature, who could control love, it was very similar. We imitated life around us, our spirits, some had it strong, and more didn’t, most of it greedy, amen. It all started in the heart, and the prejudice.

There are no divisions, just man made regulations, as spoken, 2,000 years ago, amen.

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Pushers

get him off the scent,

peace is doing harm,

can’t sell those arms,

sales down everywhere,

when’s the last good war,

damn it he’s meddling,

get rid of that love,

murder,

assassination,

control,

dictatorships,

poverty,

they all flowed,

from the decisions,

of a select force,

wonder about it,

the man in the sky,

marking them all,

amen

Syrian Time

Acting as Gods, talents meant to share, times need changing, hearts crying out,

refugees everywhere, hoping world will notice, perhaps stop it, the torture going on,

it’s business business, have to make a living, haven’t time, do something next week,

the believers behind wire, faces drained, nowhere to turn, often turned back,

Solomon was listening,’ the Holy Spirit visited, TRUST IN GOD, Free the love,

efforts to control, an affront to love, it’s time dear Father, why wait a day longer,

imagine the prayers, their only hope, the faith they have, can’t they hear,

reality TV star, wearing new underwear, launches new brand, mentioned everywhere,

their pain goes on, have suffered much, abused so long, demon needs to be undone,

legions of followers with him, open the abyss, push them in, in the Name of Jesus

refugees be there tomorrow, day after, next week too, where did the talent go

Solomon was putting words on hopes, so many who had given up, did they hear the parable of the good Samaritan.

the crossroads had been reached, decision time, amen.

Noah’s Ark

Noah’s ark,

the flood,

a warning perhaps,

the pictures,

across the world,

animals drowning,

live on TV,

Solomon saw the images in the paper, Georgia, in crisis, was it just a warning, amen

Solomon’s Truth

East west north or south, religious practice, personal choices, what you are about to read is all true.

Friday Saturday Sunday, whatever, just leave one day aside, Love is divine, we encourage it, we survive, Jesus came along to clarify matters, other prophets have arrived since, God is always sending messengers, can be music can be words, can be the example of a life, the be all end all is Love, so simple yet so complicated too, the image in the sky, is a picture taken, I have a set of five.

I was raying and praying, in the middle of a field, taking the healing sun on board, had questions on my mind, spoke words the same as now, requested hope and a sign, my life was about to change, it has changed many times, but I was on a journey, not sure of my final destination, was asked to form my own religion, didn’t seriously consider it, but I just lay there, in the sun, not a stitch on, sky was clear blue, not a cloud for miles, explained myself to my God, I’ve survived many things, friends say I’m blessed.

A cloud appeared out of nowhere, thought I was imagining it, what I saw in the clouds above, got my camera out and shot it, it lasted five minutes or less, checked the camera saw the unbelievable, image of a man from the clouds, read the holy scriptures afterwards, it was exactly what the prophet esdras prophesied. This is just one of many experiences I have had. In the interests of Love, children who suffer, women enslaved, pass this testimony on.

It proves the existence of the Real God Most High, it will open hearts and bring about a renaissance in Love, and a better understanding of what is expected of us, all of us. I’m a very ordinary man, but I have sure proof of life after death, and this image, just a small part of that proof actually, will serve justice in the minds of those, who attempt to control our emotional output, that I am sure, it’s why I have posted it, many times before, to let the perpetrators of evil and their supporters understand, that a certain justice awaits them, unless they amend, amen.